CPOV:

"Edward…son, can you hear me?" It was such an ironic question. Yes, we vampires can hear much better than humans, and yet, here I knew Edward would not hear me. He was past all hearing; he was past all reason.

"Carlisle!" I heard Jasper speak harshly. He looked worried, but this was different than the worry etched on the rest of our faces. He lookedterrified. What more could possibly go wrong?

"Carlisle, he's…he's…empty!"

I had never seen Jasper struggle with trying to describe someone's emotion.

I was speechless and Emmet was dumbfounded.

"What do you mean he's empty?" Emmet asked; his voice laced with anger.

"I mean I feel nothing from him. Nothing. It's like he is not there, there are no emotions for me to feel. It's like he is not here with us. I am feeling as much emotion from him as I would feel from a wooden chair".

"He's… he's in shock." Alice's voice broke from the sobs she was trying to contain. "I saw it. Carlisle, we have to get him home before he breaks out of his trance. Once he does, nothing is going to stop him from going to the Volturi. We have to get him home,now!"

"How can he be in shock? He's a vampire for Christ's sake!" Emmet bellowed.

Jasper cringed at his outburst.

"Emmet, can you please try to calm down? I'm barely hanging on here!" Jasper pleaded.

"Sorry, bro. It just doesn't make sense!" Emmet sighed.

But it did make sense. It made more sense than I wanted it to.

"It does make sense Emmet. It makes perfect sense." Emmet looked incredulous as I forced out the words that I did not want to believe myself.

"Being a vampire does not absolve us from human emotions. They are merely buried deep within us, only waiting to surface again. But being what we are, we experience human emotions far more strongly and intensely once they resurface. That is why the changes in us are so final. That is why we love and hate with an intensity not possible for a human". Not possible for humans, all except one… my child, my daughter, Bella.

"Edward may not have a beating heart, he may not fall sick, he will never die, but he feels everything a human can, and Bella's death is not something he can come to terms with. His mind is shutting down. Imagine how you would feel if Rosalie were to die."

Emmet looked aghast.

"Poor kid" he murmured.

"It's not normal, Carlisle. I can feel emotions off comatose people better than this" Jasper claimed.

I knew for a fact that it was not an empty claim. Despite his bloodlust, Jasper had time and again helped me decipher the emotions of comatose humans, something impossible even for the most modern and sensitive machines man could think of. In fact he had proven the belief that despite being comatose, people could actually hear, analyze and respond to various stimuli during a coma.

"He's going to be like that for quite a while. You can let him go for now. I've seen it. He is not going to come out of it soon. But when he does…" Alice's words left the threat unspoken.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had tried, tried to be strong, to be rational in a situation so devoid of logic and yet there was no denying it.

My son was a vampire. He fell in love with a human.

Where was the logic?

More surprisingly, she loved him back. Despite knowing what he was.

Again, where was the logic?

He wanted to be able to grow old with her and die with her when the time came.

She wanted to live for him, with him, forever.

Illogical.

He loved her and left her to protect her from himself, to let her live fully.

She loved him and killed herself because she couldn't live without him.

Madness!

I had far outlived what was to be my human life. I had seen life. Every aspect of it, every facet of it. I had examined it with the eye of a jeweler searching for an exquisite gem. I had been fascinated with what I saw, I had been pained by what I saw, disgusted, angered, and frightened by what I saw.

I had seen centuries of love, passion, anger, hatred, war and peace. I had lived for centuries and despite everything I saw, I continued to believe in God, even when I was turned into something which people believed was demonic, I had continued to believe in Him.

Mine was not a vengeful God. I decided to find my purpose in my new life and tried to do His work with my enhanced abilities- I tried every day to give people life, something that had been taken from me, I tried to reduce their pain while battling my own pain at their proximity. I tried and struggled every day of my existence, never once losing my faith in Him.

But today, seeing my son in a state worse than death, knowing my daughter, the most loving person in the world, met with her end feeling unloved, my faith in Him faltered.

How could you let this happen? I screamed in my head.

How could a fate as cruel as this befall my children? Two of the purest and kindest souls I had known in my extended life had been tortured endlessly, relentlessly. Each barrier put forth against their love, their very nature antagonizing their union, they had overcome. How could a love so pure and strong not survive? Was this what Edward had been trying to convince me of? Was it really true? That we were cursed beings? That we did not possess the soul it took for God to grant us mercy?

I couldn't help but feel overwhelming guilt. My son was in this state because I had been selfish, because I had craved the company of another so much in my solitude that I had turned an innocent boy of seventeen into a monster.

"Carlisle, please. Not now. We need you," Jasper's plea brought me back from the abyss of my grief and guilt.

"Sorry Jasper. I couldn't help it. Alice, do you think it will be safe to fly with Edward in this condition? I cannot risk having him lose control midair with all those people."

"I've already seen it Carlisle. It's safe. He will not come out of his stupor for months. We do not need to worry about the flight home. We can easily make him pass for a sick person. The flight will go without a problem. We need to get home soon and try to figure out what we can do about when he truly does snap out of it. It's not going to be easy Carlisle. He'll be impossible to control. I've never heard of suicidal vampires but we are going to have to deal with one firsthand in a couple of months." Alice sighed.

"Jasper, please arrange for us to be on the fastest flight home. I will need to have Emmet and Alice nearby just in case." I said.

Jasper nodded, kissed Alice on the forehead, threw a last wave of calm at us and left the room. Emmet slung Edward on the shoulder and carried him out from the room to the waiting car.


SCOTLAND


APOV:

The flight was uneventful. Everything went perfectly fine. We had put Edward in a wheel chair and explained that he was a leukemia patient in an extremely fragile state of health. As a precaution, we mentioned to the staff on the aircraft not to address him directly.

I noticed the passengers and the staff throwing Edward sympathetic glances, obviously wondering about his physical condition that made him look so pale with such purple bruises under his eyes. If only they knew, that this fragile boy as he appeared, was capable of things that they could never imagine in their wildest dreams.

Again I searched the future to get an estimate on when Edward would be waking up, but it was useless. I couldn't see anything. Obviously, coming out of this state would not be a conscious decision on Edward's part and so I couldn't see when it would happen. I let out a frustrated groan.

Jasper soothed me, stroking my hair as I leaned onto him for support I didn't need.

"I'm so proud of you Jazzy!"

Despite our emotions running amok, he had not only held onto his control but also calmed us enough to keep our heads clear and make the right decisions.

He kissed my hair and whispered "We couldn't have done it without you, darlin'! You saved him"

"But I can't see what's going to happen! I don't know anything! It's killing me! How can I not know what will happen? We have to be prepared…"

He placed a finger on my lips in a gesture to silence me.

"Calm down. You will see when the time is right. And we will be prepared. We won't let him hurt himself."

"It scares me Jazzy, not knowing scares me," I whispered.

"It will be all right, we will work it out." He soothed me and I focused on the rhythmic stroking of his fingers in my hair.

We had barely stepped into the living room of the hose when Esme was at our side. She gasped when she saw Edward's prone figure in Emmet's arms.

"What happened? What's wrong with him? Is he hurt?" she shrieked.

Emmet laid Edward onto the couch and Esme was beside him in a flash, her arms wrapped around him, hugging him, kissing his forehead.

"Edward?" she asked, looking for a sign of life from her comatose son.

"You had better give me some answers, fast!" she demanded, glaring at us, even Carlisle was not spared.

"Calm down, my dear" Carlisle assured her as he sat next to her on the couch. Esme had Edward cradled in her arms, just the way I had seen human mothers cradling their infants. She truly was our mother in every sense of the word.

"He's in shock. He cannot cope with …"

Even Carlisle couldn't finish the sentence.

Esme's lower lip trembled and she squeezed her eyes shut, no doubt in an attempt to shed the tears she could not produce. Her body started shaking with her broken sobs as she shakily whispered "Bella…"

She leaned her head on Carlisle's shoulder, just the way I had leaned on Jasper's shoulder on our flight home, still cradling Edward.

I had not noticed till now, but Rosalie was now in the room. One glance at her and everything came rushing back, the phone call, the way she had disregarded Edward's pain and Bella's death. It took all my control not to start shouting at her again; instead I focused on conveying all my anger at her through my eyes. I felt a bit satisfied when I saw her face cave under my death glare, as she took in the state of Edward, for once, her face was wiped clean of all the smug haughtiness which adorned her face always.

As Emmet walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder, for the first time my memory would allow, I saw sorrow on Rosalie's face for someone other than herself.

"I'm sorry," she whispered as she continued to look at Edward. I didn't know to whom that apology was addressed since it was clear that Edward couldn't hear her, but I hoped it was not me. I was in no way close to be prepared to forgive her actions.

"We had better get him up to his room," Esme said as her sobs finally quieted down.

Carlisle nodded, gathered Edward in his arms and climbed up to Edward's room on the third floor. That first night, both Carlisle and Esme stayed with Edward, whispering comforting words to him, hoping that some part of his shut down brain might register them.

The next day, there was still no sign of any improvement from Edward.

Carlisle called a family meeting in the dining hall. We all gathered around the dining table, not bothering on following the fickle human tradition of sitting down as we talked, we were far too tensed to do so. Carlisle started the conversation by stating his own decision.

"I've decided to take an indefinite leave of absence from the hospital till Edward comes out of his current state of mind. It would be best for the sake of appearances if the rest of you continued to attend school and college as usual, though I would like Alice to stay home with us to forewarn us if anything… untoward were to happen. We can easily pretend that she has been selected to go to school in London."

I nodded. Of course, I already knew his decision before he announced it.

"It's absolutely fine. Everyone agrees." I said.

"Then that's settled."

Carlisle ended the meeting.

The following three and a half months were the worst months in the history of the Cullen household.

Edward was constantly at the forefront of our thoughts. Two days after our return from South America. Emmet had tried taking Edward hunting. His eyes had been black and we knew he needed to hunt. He had picked up Edward and carried him to the forest. Despite being a few feet from a herd of deers Edward had not stirred. When it was clear he would not move, Jasper had killed a deer for him and brought it to his mouth.

Still no reaction.

"It's no use, Jazzy, he won't feed." I said dejectedly.

"But he's got to hunt! How else is he going to survive?" Emmet growled.

"We don't die from thirst Emmet, we just grow weak. Remember that Carlisle had tried to kill himself by not feeding and he had only grown weak, he hadn't died." I said.

We took him back home. Esme was in a constant state of panic regarding the physical and mental health of Edward, there was nothing she could do about waking him up from his trance, but the fact he hadn't fed in weeks scared her even more. Finally, after a month and half of Edward's hunger strike, I saw what Carlisle planned to do. I gasped. Jasper turned to me with a questioning look.

"You have to get out of the house. Don't come back till I tell you to. Carlisle is bringing human blood for Edward." I told him.

He nodded and bolted out of the window. I went to warn the rest. I knew Carlisle was desperate to have brought home human blood from the blood bank he had access to. Carlisle worried that the lack of feeding might affect Edward mentally. Insanity was rare among vampires, but Carlisle was not taking any chances.

We went to Edward's room. No one had taken a single breath since Carlisle had brought the blood. Carlisle and Emmet took their place on Edward's sides, to restrain him if he lost control at the sight if the human blood.

Carlisle nodded at me. I poured the blood into a cup and brought it to Edward. He didn't move. I came closer still, holding the cup just inches from his nose and mouth. He was breathing, a habit difficult to break despite not requiring oxygen to survive. There was no way he did not smell the blood. I sat there in front of him holding the glass of blood for an eternity when I heard Carlisle sigh.

"It's no use Alice. Get rid of the blood. He is not ready."

I nodded, poured the blood down the drain and emptied a can of bleach after it to kill the smell.

More than three months had passed and Edward's state hadn't changed. I was frustrated, trying to look for his future, trying to find that one thing that would snap him out of it when it hit me. The vision scared me so much that I stopped breathing.

"Everyone in the living room, please" I said.

Everyone was there when Jasper and I got there. They were looking at me expectantly. I was glad I finally had something to tell them though it would only terrify them.

"He's going to come around in three days, four hours and twenty two minutes." I stated.

For the first time in months I saw Esme smile and Carlisle relax. It pained me to say the next sentence, knowing it would rob them of the momentary relief, but we had very little time.

"And he will head straight for Italy." I finished.

There were gasps from all the family members and a sob from Esme. It was Emmet who spoke.

"We won't let him do that. We won't let him hurt himself. I will fight him if I have to, hurt him if I need to, to keep him alive."

Everyone nodded. That was when the next vision hit me. It was worse than the first.

It was Edward fighting Emmet, Carlisle, and Jasper. The fight I saw was nothing like the brotherly matches they used to have. It was a fight till the death. I saw Edward throw Carlisle into the wall of his bedroom, duck Emmet and rip off Jasper's arm when he tried to restrain him. How he could muster such strength after not having fed for months was beyond me.

"No! You can't do that. He will hurt you!" I screamed.

Emmet looked at me disbelievingly.

"He is in so much pain; he will not be in a position to comprehend anyone else's pain. He simply wants to end his pain. It's literally killing him, knowing that Bella's dead and blaming himself for what happened. He will hurt you, physically, if you try to stop him. I saw him rip out Jasper's arm"

Carlisle was aghast. Emmet looked at me like I had lost my mind. Jasper stroked my arm, trying to comfort me.

"What if we locked him in someplace which he couldn't leave? We have the safe house in London; even vampires cannot penetrate it. There's no way he can leave that place if he was locked in, even he couldn't break his way out of that one," Jasper suggested.

Another vision overtook me. Edward setting up a fire. What was he doing? Fire was the only thing that vampires were afraid of, considering the fact that the only other things that could destroy us were the nails and teeth of werewolves. And then, as if to answer my question, the Edward in my vision jumped into the fire. I fell to my knees as I saw him being turned to ashes without a single scream leaving his mouth. I started sobbing.

Jasper had me in his arms, while Esme stroked my hair.

"Alice! What is it honey?" she asked, worried at my sudden outburst.

"He set himself on fire! He lit a pyre and jumped into it!" I wailed. For the millionth time in the past few months, I wished I could cry.

Shock and disbelief were plastered on their faces. They hadn't really understood the extent of pain he was in.

"What can we do?" Carlisle asked me, beseechingly.

I gave him the only answer I had.

"We have to restrain him, keep him chained, so he won't hurt himself," I said.

Esme was horrified.

"Keep him chained, like an animal? He is my son! Your brother, how can you say that?"

There was no time for sugar coating the truth. Much as I hated hurting Esme, she needed to come to terms with the truth.

"Would you rather see your son chained, or as a pile of ashes?" I asked bluntly.

Esme closed her eyes, and I knew I had won before she sadly nodded her head and whispered, "I am so sorry, my son".

We brought custom made chains, used for anchoring ships to harbor to restrain Edward. He was still lifeless when we went in to put him in the shackles. Carlisle didn't move for a while. He kept looking at Edward with a mixture of pain, sorrow and guilt. Finally, he started draping the chains over Edward's still body as he repeated Esme's sentence over and over again.

"I'm so sorry, my son…"

Time seemed to move in slow motion before Edward woke up from his state. We were all in his room waiting for him to get up, Carlisle, Jasper and Emmet stood in front of me, Esme and Rosalie. They did not want to take any chances with him, despite the fact that I had assured them that Edward would not be able to break free from his confinement. Esme kept breaking down at the sight of Edward's body, invisible under the thick chains, which held him.

"Now," I whispered.

Everyone tensed as Edward's eyes, which had been unfocussed for months focused on our group. I saw Jasper flinch at the emotions which Edward was feeling. And then, he lunged at us, the most terrifying snarls leaving his chest.


EPOV:

Bella…Bella… Bella….

Her face, her deep chocolate brown eyes, her button nose, her full lips, her fair cheeks with the glorious blush, her silken hair, the delicate arch of her neck…. My Bella, she was my world…. I knew nothing but her… I existed for her.

I was vaguely aware of being moved, carried by a strong pair of arms, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the face of my angel. I heard none of the annoying voices, which constantly invaded, into my conscious self. I heard whispers, felt hands stroking my hair, heard sobs breaking out in some faraway place, but nothing mattered. I was with my angel. Nothing would make my focus waver. She granted me this pleasure, never looking away from me, staring right back at me, those melting eyes full of love and warmth for me, I lost myself in them.

I was aware of a dull fire burning in the back of my throat, but it didn't matter, it was easy to ignore. Open flames licking at my stone body could not have made me look away from her. I had no sense of time, or being. I was with her, that's all that mattered.

But then the look in her eyes changed. There was moisture in her eyes, she was crying! No, no… she should not cry, angels never cried, and then the look in her eyes changed again. Now it was flat, faraway, and finally her stare turned glassy. The vision hit me like a wrecking ball, my angel was in a casket, and her eyes closed, a slight smile on her face.

Cold. Dead.

Bella was dead, she had jumped off a cliff, and she had killed herself because of me.

The pain returned with a vengeance. It was too much to bear, her face disappeared from my mind and the last shred of comfort disintegrated. She was dead and I would never see her again, hear her musical voice, breathe her luscious scent, feel her warm lips, and hear her heart thud… I could not live. I had to be where she was.

I had to die.

Italy.

Volturi.

Then my eyes focused on the familiar faces of my family. Each face held fear and pain in their eyes. God! The pain they would never feel, the pain that burned me up from within. I had to get to Italy; they were there to stop me. Nothing could stop me from being with my Bella.

I rushed forward. Something held me back. Chains. Ha! Did they really think the fragile manacles forged by human hands could hold me back? I strained against them, growls ripping from my chest, angry with them for keeping me from my Bella. I pulled with all my might, but the chains did not give away.

Relief crossed Carlisle's face as he quietly told me, "You are greatly weakened my son, you have not fed in months."

Suddenly the dull ache at the back of my throat burst into flames.

I pulled at the chains with more force, willing them to snap. Suddenly I saw a movement.

Rosalie. She had moved forward.

"Edward…" she said, but I couldn't focus on what she was saying. Her words from an earlier time came back to me.

"She's dead Edward. Gone. She jumped off a cliff. That thankless little cretin killed herself after all you did to keep her alive."

I snarled. I wanted to rip her apart. Emmet pulled her behind himself, shielding her from me. But she pushed forward again, her eyes blazing with anger and determination.

"Stop being such a wuss Edward!" she hissed

That did it. Nothing could save her from me. Not even Emmet. I struggled against the chains again.

"For once in your long, pathetic, miserable, self-absorbed life, be a man! You left Bella despite almost everyone in this family being against it. You yourself did not want to do it! You left the woman you loved for your high and mighty ideas about right and wrong. You made a decision that was not yours to make alone. You left her behind destroyed yourself, her and this family! And now you want to go off yourself? Be my guest!"

"Rosalie!" Esme cried.

"I will not keep quiet! Enough is enough! Go to the Volturi, by all means and if they don't help you, I most certainly will. You are torturing everyone in this family selfishly, not thinking about what you are putting them through. You were selfish when you left Bella, not caring about the pain your actions would put her through! The pain killed her Edward and now you want to find the easy way out of your own pain? Be a man and face the consequences of your actions! You believe in heaven and hell, crime and punishment? Well, consider this your punishment for rejecting Bella, for putting her in pain, for killing her. If you have a shred of decency left in you, you will live. You will live forever without the woman you loved, knowing each minute of your extended life is a punishment for your actions, for treating others feelings as shallow and trivial to compared to your own!" she finished, her breathing labored.

Her word drove iron stakes into my dead heart. She was right. I deserved to be punished; I deserved to suffer like my fragile Bella had. And then her face came into my mind, a horrified expression plastered on it.

*"You must never, never, never think of anything like that again! No matter what might ever happen to me, you arenot allowed to hurt yourself!" she screamed in my mind.*

I fell to my knees as I realized that I would have to endure an eternity without my Bella.


FIFTEEN YEARS LATER


EPOV:

Purgatory.

I had thought of it as purgatory. But was so much more now. It was hell. My own, personal hell. I now realized what the saying, "everyone carries their own hell with them" meant.

It had been fifteen long, excruciating years of my lonely existence. I had finally returned to a state of mind where I could join my siblings in our eternal attempt of keeping up a human façade. We had moved back to America after it was no longer possible to keep up pretenses in Scotland.

We were now in Rochester in the New York state where the bad weather allowed us to lead an almost normal existence. Just the way we could when we were in Forks… where I met her. I felt a sharp stab of pain where my heart should have been beating. I saw Jasper throw me a glance and I nodded.

I no longer read their thoughts. It had been years since I had tried. I didn't want to hear what they thought. Initially, their only thoughts were of sympathy and love, but then I had caught the vision of Bella throwing herself off the cliff from Alice's mind when she was not being careful. It had been seared into my memory. That day forth I had never pried into their thoughts, or anyone else's for that matter.

In order to maintain some semblance of a human being, I had to focus all my strength on the illusion of Bella. Losing her memory, even for a second caused immeasurable pain and I lost all my control. It was surprisingly easy to tune out others thoughts when I focused on her.

My family knew of my tactic to keep Bella's illusion in my mind at all times.

While Carlisle and Esme were concerned, Alice sympathetic, Jasper was thankful for it. It was impossible for him to stay around me when I lost the illusion of Bella and the pain resurfaced. Emmet thought I had gone crazy, but yet felt sorry for me while Rosalie thought I had totally lost it. I couldn't care what they thought of me. Without her illusion, I would truly turn into the monster that I was, exposing us for what we were.

We were in the cafeteria. Bella smiled at me, a knowing smile and my mind wandered to the time when I had invited her to sit with me during lunch at school for the first time. My memory afforded me a crystal clear image of Bella sitting in front of me, tracing the cap of the lemonade bottle with her delicate finger. I still had that bottle cap, a reminder of the first time she had said yes to me.

Then, as the warm air from the heaters changed direction, it hit me, the same time as I heard Alice gasp.

Freesia and lavender.

The illusion of Bella disappeared from my mind as the monster within me roared. But more prominent than the roaring monster was the overjoyed, ecstatic man within me. I knew this scent. I could never in an eternity forget it. Nor the person it represented.

Bella.

I knew it! I always knew! Angels could never die! She was here, my Bella was here, so close I could smell her. Nothing mattered anymore except getting to her, reaching her, melting into those warm brown depths, touching that glorious silken skin… my heaven.

I rushed blindly through the cafeteria, my sense of smell guiding me to her, some unconscious part of my mind, still forcing me to move at the frustrating human speed in a cafeteria full of humans. The scent kept getting stronger and stronger, another unconscious part of my mind registering the sudden freedom from the aching pain I had been feeling for the past fifteen years.

There she was!

Sitting alone at a table in the farthest corner of the room, her back facing me, a part of me wondered if she was aware of my presence. I walked to her, my eyes closed, guided by her scent, wanting only to see her, when I opened my eyes into a new heaven.

For fifteen years I had rotted on this earth, thinking she had left it, but now she was here, my angel. She was my savior and I would never, never ever let her go. I had reached her; I could feel the heat coming off her body, the scent so much stronger now. Venom clung to my teeth but I couldn't care less, my dead heart sang a joyous hallelujah as I thanked the God for blessing me with my angel.

As I opened my eyes, my stomach knotted, my nerves set aflame and my breathing hitched as I prepared to meet her warm doe eyes.

"Bella," I heard her name on my lips.

My Bella.

And then I felt as though Emmet had punched me in the gut.

Her eyes, her eyes…

No! No! It couldn't be.

Gone were the warm brown depths of her eyes, the melted pools of chocolate which comforted me, which understood me, which engulfed me. They no longer held the shy gaze which saw right through me, into my long lost soul.

Her eyes were black, pitch black, the eyes of a monster. They gazed into mine, brazenly, without an inch of recognition or intuition.

And then I knew I was dead, because I was dreaming. No, I was having a nightmare. It was wrong.

Completely wrong.

It couldn't be.

Impossible.

The eyes were not warm and wide, they were sharper, more definite, the pitch black irises like shining chips of coal, smoldering, aglow… her skin, no longer the creamy white it used to be but a much darker shade… more like honey…glowing, radiant… her lips were perfect, no longer slightly out of balance…this was not an interesting face… it was a shockingly beautiful and elegant face…it was… not my Bella.

This was not my Bella. It was someone with a scent just like her.

No.

It can not be.

The realization came crashing down on me, and all of a sudden the pain, which had reduced to a dull throb, came back with such a vengeance that I was surprised I was not bleeding. I knew I couldn't bleed, but how could so much pain not affect my body the least bit? I expected deep gashes to appear on my body, the deepest of the wounds ripping my heart into two, dying a thousand deaths over and over as once again the truth of Bella's death reaffirmed itself.

Bella was dead.

Gone.

An eternity of loneliness.

Bella.

Bella.

Bella.

"Excuse me?"

The voice broke through my pain with surprising clarity. It was quiet, clear, subdued and yet incredibly strong.

"I'm sorry; he mistook you for someone else." Alice was beside me, tugging at my arm leading me away from the cafeteria.


Author's note: Drum rolls please! Yes, she's here! More in the next update.

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The line between the asterisk (*) signs is taken from 'New Moon' when Edward tells Bella about his contingency plans to go to the Volturi when she was attacked by James.

Love,

Katty.